HETHA' GOLA'PA SURABHI BHARA' MOR KA'NANE NA'HIKA KA'NTA'

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HETHÁ GOLÁP SURABHI BHARÁ MOR KÁNANE NÁHIKO KÁNT́Á HETHÁ NIRMALA JAL DHÁRÁ JOÁRE NÁHIK BHÁNT́Á MOR KÁNANE NÁHIKO KÁNT́Á

HETHÁ SHUBHRA MEGHER SPARSHE SHEFÁLI SUVÁSE BHESE JÁ Y HETHÁ TUNGA GIRI SHIIRŚE KANAK DYUTITE JHALAKÁY HETHÁ SABÁI ÁMANTRITA ÁCHE MAHÁMILANERI CHAT́Á MOR KÁNANE NÁHIKO KÁNT́Á

HETHÁ NIJER PRÁŃER SPARSHE KISHALAYER RANGE UPACÁY VASANTE RÁGINITE, PIK D́EKE JÁY MAMATÁY HETHÁ SAKALER TARE ÁCHE T́HÁI N SHIYARE SHIVERA JATÁ MOR KÁNANE NÁHIKO KÁNT́Á

Translation

Here, the roses are full of fragrance. in my garden there are no thorns. Here, clean water is abundant without ebb and flow.

Here, with the touch of white clouds the shefali fragrance spreads. Here, high mountain tops are shining like gold. Here, all are invited.

Here, decorations for great meetings are made. Here with the touch vitality the tender leaves are getting hued.

In tune with the melody of spring the cuckoo affectionately sings. Here, there is shelter for all. Here, all heads have matted hair.

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